Devil May Oneshot

DMC X Harry Potter Headcanon

It was the gang’s first day at Hogwarts, and all of them were excited to get sorted into their own houses - Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff.

Just the other night, little Dante was bugging his parents nonstop, saying he wanted to be in Gryffindor. Vergil, being a kid who wanted to be different compared to his twin, wanted to be anywhere else other than Gryffindor. V, the sweet, innocent kid, just wanted to read his book of poems in peace, and didn’t care which House he would end up in.

And so, that fateful day finally arrived. They all experienced all the thrills that Hogwarts has to offer for firsties just like them. They took that big, pretty, scarlet train towards the school ( Dante almost depleted his, and almost Vergil’s, budget, buying too much treats for his own good ), got on boats and traversed the lake ( V, due to him not paying too much attention, fell off the boat and almost drowned, when a suspicious looking tentacle from the dark water brought him back up to safety ), and crossed the threshold that led towards the Great Hall ( one girl by the name of Nico wondered how Hogwarts made the ceiling reflect the night sky and thought how she would incorporate it into her latest invention ).

At last, the moment they’ve all been waiting for. All of them were made to gather in front of a stool with a very old and tattered looking hat on top of it. The old Professor took a look at a scroll, cleared her throat, and called Dante first.

Nero, his ever supportive cousin that lived on the city next to Redgrave, cheered while chanting, “Gryffindor!” with him at least several times that it made the hat give them a suspicious look.

Now, this kid, the hat sensed, had a clearly strong aura that he definitely inherited from strong parents. He is obnoxious, one can tell. He gets what he wants, whether people around him like it or not. But, he is not entirely that bad. The hat can predict a particularly good fortune of him where he would become capable of saving others in times of great need using the strength his parents had bestowed upon him. One can only wonder, but he might become the greatest among his batch with the proper guidance so he would not stumble into darkness. The hat knew.

And so, before the hat was even placed on top of Dante’s head, it screamed, “Gryffindor!” Nero and all of the students that belonged to the house of the brave lion all cheered.

As Dante took his place among them, the Professor once again cleared her throat and called a girl named Kyrie. Nero went quiet immediately. Kyrie smiled at him, giving him reassurance that whatever happens, she would still stay with him. They’re childhood sweethearts, after all.

And so, the hat was placed on her head. The hat saw great things inside her head. Of kindness, loyalty, strength in the midst of despair. It can clearly see her tending to those who are weaker than her, giving them food, offering them shelter, protecting them at all cost.

The hat gave what almost looked like a smirk and shouted, “Hufflepuff!” The students of the house of the loyal badger all cheered and clapped and Nero breathed a sigh of relief, as she didn’t get sorted into Slytherin, where most of the snobs are. Well, she is a muggle born, so she would definitely not get sorted into that house, right?

But, unto the next one. Who would’ve guessed it was Nero’s turn? The boy gulped and went towards the platform to take his place on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and it immediately picked up Nero’s uncertainty. It can clearly see that the boy wanted to be in Gryffindor where his cousin is right now. But, it could also sense his longing to be with the girl who just got sorted into a different house. Just like his cousin, the boy emitted a strong aura. Clearly, strong blood runs in their gene pool. He can see the boy do wonderful things just like Dante, of defending the weak and saving then from evil. But, as strong as the boy’s aura of clear bravery, the hat could also sense something else. Of a bond that would never get severed no matter how things and time, itself, meddle with him. He will fight for others’ sake, but he would definitely fight the most for the people he truly loved - family.